Hammer-philia

I once heard the term "emotional terrorist." Well: The Wizard is one. He has been randomly contacting my friends via email to ask this-or-that question about this-or-that. People he has never contacted (or rarely contacted) before. He is well aware that I have two very good friends at grad school and has now got in touch with both...making them uncomfortable by asking them to lunch or randomly texting, etc. ERRRRGH. He is really an awful human being.

In bigger news, I have been contending with my stupid tendency to date jerks and morons. Why, Hammer, why? I think I have a lot of work to do on answering this in perhaps an attempt to avoid more of the same in the future.

Hyde said that with Maximus (a good friend) I should cuddle with him after he goes to bed with someone else: hence, the Shleifen plan. Invade France and rush over to Russia.....

All I have energy for right now. Artsy has been here painting for the past few days.

With Maximus we had a gloriously funny time discussing various things, including Sing-man's weird request that I squeeze his nuts really really tight.